Irish Rose
On brightest field of sapphire stardust,I found an Irish Rose long forgotten. And she was pale and frail and broken. But she was all the more beautiful For her paleness,The Read More …
Tag: romantic poetry
Freckles
Sometimes when you’re sitting there aloneAnd you think no one’s looking,I try to count every freckle on your face—Only I’ve never made it all the way Before I have to Read More …
Madonna, in Living Fire
I search her.I like to think I know her.She watches me.I like to think she sees inside. It’s easy—too easy—As she sits there, silent, To paint her into my own Read More …
Riding Boots
You always wear the nicest shoes. Patent leather heels with beige soles For the office, Red-soled Louboutins for a night out; Closed-toe, purple suede to match with Your bright pleated Read More …
Southern Belle, Southern Rebel
I don’t know Whether I adore you more Draped in the rich pompousness Of your evening dress— Your scarce figure embraced Jealously by fitted corsets And silk pantalettes— Or whether Read More …